chapter II

Here's the next segment of the story.. my friend gave me an idea to give more twist to the main character. I just want the character to suffer before reaching his destination. the character is just like my play thing =)



Everyday was always a struggle for survival. Everywhere I went there was always a sense of danger in the air. The chill, I always felt ever since I escaped. I never thought that my destination was very far. There were no mountains or valleys in sight. Was I being cheated?

I settled down near a lake. I drank some water then look at my reflection. All I see was a human with long brown hair who is as skinny as a bone but why is my reflection smiling at me?

“Nice meeting you.” Someone just whispered to me. I looked around but I sense no one presence. The voice whispered again, “I’m really glad that we have met.”

I looked at my reflection and it seems like my reflection just spoke to me. I asked, “Who are you? Why do you look like me?”

The person answered, “I am you but at the same time I am not.” My reflection answered my question back. I was puzzled by his answer but before I could ask again my reflection said, “I was always beside you, every since you were born. My presence was not known by you but I had always protected and watched over you.”

I was protecting myself? Ha ha ha… My reflection continued, “I was the one who help you escaped from your cage.”

Cage? Was I trapped before but why don’t I remember ever escaping from a cage. My reflection added, “I was also the one who help you kill all of those foolish people who played as like little lab rats.” My knees were shaking. I can hear the jittering of my teeth. I was to frightened to hear more of the lies I just heard. I ran as far as can my legs carry me.

I ask myself who was that? Who was I speaking to? I knew I was getting crazier everyday. Maybe I was speaking to myself because there was no one else to talk to. That’s right… myelf… ha ha ha… My eyes felt heavy even though it was still broad daylight but still I closed my eyes. I was too tired to think and to tired to pity myself.